I took a step backward and he took a step forward, we continued till I felt the edge of the bed against my legs and then without breaking contact even... for a second, we tumbled on to the bed. Finally I had him in my arms over me and his weight thrilled me, his hairy chest rubbing against my stomach had me all wet again- if it was possible- and had me moving against him and opening my legs wide for him. But he was hell bent on sucking my nipples so I took matters in my hand, quite literally, took. And all the time Chris Walker screamed in a manic voice “Little Piggie! Little Piggie!” Things were going bad fast for Mad Hog because he was as defenseless as a baby, screaming out in pain, and Chris Walker still had one hand free. Now he used that hand to slap Mad Hog in the face. It was a turning point. The slaps in his face took away his mind of the hurt he felt from banging his ass, and the less he thought about that the more he actually started to enjoy it. Damn it, he was the dominant. The driver had a heavy beard and had one of those funny head things that made him look as foreign as hell. It confirmed to me that things were changing and you never knew who your next-door neighbor would be in the city with seven million stories.The shrink’s receptionist was definitely not as young or as good-looking as my Julie but in all honesty, she was decidedly attractive in a polished sort of way with her face devoid of cosmetics and high heels that boosted her ass cheeks in a way that. After thanking Hans, we went and retrieved our bags, then set up five different areas to shoot from. The shortest was about forty yards, and the longest was about ninety yards. We each got out ten balls to hit with. Mr. Parsons used Golden Ram's, while I used mixed brands of balls, whatever I had in my bag. We played for a quarter a shot, closest to the stake that Mr. Parsons had pushed into the ground in the center of the cleared area. The way we decided it was that it would be my best shot.